"You can't be serious right now? How am I supposed to distract people from the fact you aren't at your own birthday party?" My voice was exasperated as I stared into the eyes of Peter Parker AKA Spider-Man.
"It won't even be that long, (Y/n)!" He yelled at me as he pulled on the suit. "I'm asking you to do one thing for me! The Avengers need my help!"
"One thing? I've been doing these things for you for months now!" I yelled back at him. His eyes narrowed at me as he grabbed his mask and walked towards the window. "I can get you fifteen to twenty minutes." I whispered, the party is in 2 hours, how late could he really be?
"Whatever, that's not good enough. I don't need you're help. I'll get Ned." And with those final words he jumped out of the window and started to fling himself across New York City.
I stood at his window and watched until he was out of sight. I felt so angry and sad along with so many other emotions that I couldn't understand. I wasn't sure if I should leave or sit here and wait until he gets back. He didn't even tell me what he would be doing. He could get hurt.
Finally I decide I would be better off in my own home. One taxi ride and 15 minutes later and I was nervously pacing my bedroom as I waited for word on Peter.
My phone began to ring and when I saw the name that was displayed across my screen I immediately knew what he wanted.
"(Y/n), you gotta help me with the Peter situation." Ned spoke quickly and I could already tell that he was pacing his room as well.
"No, Peter said he didn't need my help. He had you." I grumbled into the phone as I flopped down on my bed. "Besides, it's not like you haven't done it before."
"That's different. Those events weren't solely focusing on Peter! This is his birthday party!" Ned told me as if I didn't already know this information.
"Ned, he needs to get his priorities straight. If being Spiderman is more important to him than his relationship with friends and family than whatever." I said as I started to chew on my fingernails, though it's a terrible habit. Something Peter never failed to remind me of.
"Don't do it for him then. Do it for me. Please?" Ned begged.
"Fine." I sighed in defeat. "What's the plan?"
Ned then explained to me how the situation would be handled. Since May had already put me in charge of taking Peter out for the day while they set up his party I am going to be Peter's alibi. Our phones will have 'died' while the two of us got 'lost' in New York City.
In reality I will be waiting for Peter at my brothers apartment, from where we will drive to his place and come up with some stupid, exaggerated story on how we got lost and ended up in Hells Kitchen somehow.
As I rode to my brothers apartment I could only think of mine and Peters conversation. Usually I can tolerate Peters Spiderman habits. Of course we get in arguments sometimes, every couple does. He took it too far this time, though. He can't pretend I'm never here for him when Ned and I are the ones covering his ass every other day!
Waiting for him was one of the longest experiences of my life. What was only a few hours felt like a whole week. I kept thinking about what was going to happen when I confronted him. Will he be upset? Will he be angry? Maybe he'll even beg me to stay with him. was pulled away from my thoughts on all of the possible scenarios when I heard the man himself fly through the window. He had a smug grin on his face as he pulled the mask from his face.
"If I were you I'd wipe that smile off your face. We have a party to get to." I stood from my seat and threw a change of clothes at him.
"Babe," he sighed as he started to quickly remove the suit and put on his street clothes, "look, I'm sorry about earlier I was just stressed and.."
"Peter." I cut him off with a glare and his puppy dog eyes nearly made me change my mind about what I was going to say. "After tonight. There won't be a you and me anymore."
"What-what do you mean?" He stuttered, shoving his shoes onto his feet.
"I thought," I could feel my heart beating through my chest as I began to explain, "I thought I could be god enough. I thought one day, if I tried really hard, I could do it."
"Good enough? (Y/n), I don't understand. You're more than good enough. Please, let's talk about this." He struggled to fix his hair and make himself somewhat presentable as he spoke.
"No, Peter. You've always been out of my league. You're smart, funny, attractive, and to top it off you're freaking Spider-man!" I yelled, feeling exasperated. "I'm an average teenage girl. I can't keep up with you."
"Look, we have to get to the party. May has to be freaking out right now. This discussion isn't over." He said, pulling me out of the apartment.
"Yes it is." I muttered and this made him stop in his tracks.
"You're serious? I thought you were just annoyed. You actually wanna break up with me?" Tears began to well up in his eyes.
"I'm sorry."
"Can we discuss this more after the party?" He sniffed, wiping his eyes.
"Yes, we can." I agreed sympathetically, anyway knowing I will probably run right back into his arms.
